#cw labor

Because of course your husband has the audacity to stare the delivery nurse right in the face and say "you can induce with sex aye? Can we try that?"

Your nurse, angel that she is, simply laughed and winked. But god, it's so embarrassing and....kind of hot? You feel like a bloated beach ball, horribly unsexy, and yet johnny can't seem to get his hands off you.

Mumbles in your ears about how "yer gonna be great, dove. Both o' us. Fuckin' amazing, promise–" while his hands massage your aching chest, one dipping lower.

If there's one thing your husband is skilled at, it's squashing an insecurities you have about no longer being desirable. You swear you've had to bat him away lest he be attached your entire pregnancy. The fact he's had no problems getting hard is only a plus next to his praised "still so damn hot, lass. Makes my cock ache thinkin' about you–"

you finally got to hold your beautiful baby girl in your arms. at a whopping 4.5 kilos and 58 cm (curse your giant husband). and she was perfect, in all her vernix covered alien-looking glory. she’s here. and simon is so taken by her.

she’s been here for no more than an hour, and simon has been clinging to the side of the hospital bed. scarred cheek rested onto the bed rail, his face devastatingly handsome and soft. no mask.

and tears. he cried the moment he saw his baby girl. her little lungs working hard to get her cries heard. her rosy cheeks and soft skin. he can’t deny he was scared when you first walked into the restaurant kitchen, but now he can’t believe he was scared in the first place.

he’s even more in love with you than he was seeing you on your wedding day or when you started to show. his eyes are shiny with tears as he looks up at you, only to find that you’re smiling at him already. he strokes back your sweaty hair, stroking his thumb over your temple,

“have i ever told you how amazing you are?” of course he has, but you smile and nod nonetheless. your daughter, maeve, stirred as you did, fussing a bit before you cooed and smoothed a finger over her cheek, mumbling an apology to her in your labor dazed state.

simon watched you, almost in awe, and he knew one thing for certain. he was totally and utterly captivated by his girls. and he also knew that there are three men back at their job who would kill and die for this little girl.

“you got the hiccups, huh, baby girl..?” you coo, shifting her and laying her onto your shoulder to get her more comfortable. you look so natural holding your daughter, as if she’s the piece that was missing.

his eyes watered again but he choked them down, he needed to see this. he needed to watch over his wife and child, make sure everything is going well. and of course it is. nothing could ever go wrong in this beautiful peaceful moment.

maeve is an angel. and you hope she stays that way forever…;3

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“Simon- get him out of the room”

cw: non kink mpreg, labor

G4: INCONVENIENT LABOR - NON-CANON

while any instance of labor is greatly inconvenient for lichtrikov, i thought up a scenario where the betty of the simon he's part of actually survives and agrees to do the ritual to see GOLBetty in exchange for him "releasing" her simon. he lies to her, of course, because he's quite solidly half-simon and half-lich, in a fusion way, (and he feels the guilt for doing so, but he can't have this child. perhaps when he comes back his princess betty will forgive him.) uuunfortunately, looks like those odd pains he's been feeling for days have been telling him he is too little, too late. the shining one wants to be born before the ritual is concluded.

the gego stuff i made more revisions to

+ part 2 (cw censored birth) below the cut: